Green and the Evergreen...
Looking for the greener pastures
and the greenest grass I’ve ever seen.
Oh, no green paint left anywhere!
All’s in these leaves so gentle, so bold!
Look, the clovers more Irish are there
than Ireland itself could hold!
Bring me this green for a drink
Rain’s ready to offer a cup
Buckets of water pour from above
Like no God can keep them up!
Bring me this green for a meal
As nothing else could better do
To be the sweet drugs that heal
And nourish at the same time, too.
Bring your nose here, dear friend!
Of all the wonders that I can do not
One is to send you the sweet scent of spring
From the place I am now, this greening spot.
The Queen of Green
I long to be for just a single day
Only to dub you, my unknown friend,
Into the Green Knight - if I may.
« return.